This weekend is Dave’s 20 year high school reunion. And we’re going. He really wants to. He’s been planning it for months. Now, there are two things you should know. 1) I’ve never met any of his former classmates and 2) when he went to his last reunion, he was married to someone else. You’d think that would have been enough to stir up all of my competitive drives, to get my ass in gear, to get thin and beautiful. It wasn’t. Oh, I thought it would be. But here I am, in the same pants I was wearing six months ago. Nevertheless, I am going. And while I’ve tried to exude nothing but positivity about the whole event, Dave has expressed some concern about my willingness to go.

“Did you see the menu for the restaurant we’re eating at on Friday? They have wings,” he told me. As if it would give me a purpose for going.

I imagined him shaking a giant buffalo wing in front of me and calling, “Here Fatty Fatty! Come on, Fatty!”

“So what are you expecting the reunion to be like? Who do you hope to see?” I deflected.

“Oh, I don’t know. You know, I was a pretty big nerd in high school. I wasn’t popular at all.”

“Yeah, well…you’ll probably see one of those girls you had a crush on back in the day. She’ll decide she likes the way you look now and invite you for a quickie in the bathroom and you’ll be like, ‘Let’s go. My wife’s over there eating wings. She’ll never know I’m gone.'”

He laughed.

“That was supposed to be appalling, not funny.”

I don’t want to be an embarrassment. I’m feeling a whole lot insecure. And that’s worse than feeling fat. The truth is, I’ve been struggling and feeling inadequate in every possible way for a while now. My weight is the scapegoat as it’s my most obvious flaw. And that’s a mouthful of truth that can only be swallowed with the help of a doughnut and a Diet Coke. Here’s to postpartum depression!

I’m going to try and boost my confidence with an eyebrow wax today. Perhaps I’ll get my wedding ring cleaned so it’ll be all sparkly and blinding thereby making me look mysterious and potentially thinner in it’s shadows. And I’ll wear something that accentuates my boobs. I would love to weigh less by dinnertime, but I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to lose 50 pounds in one day. However, I’ve been learning about hypnosis on YouTube and I think I can convince everyone I look good with my mind. My ring or my boobs can double as eye-fixation objects. If anyone thinks it’s weird that I’m inviting them to look into my cleavage and enter the garden of relaxation, I can blame it on the margaritas! Okay. Okay. This is working. I have a plan. I can do this! I CAN DO THIS! Right? Anyway, it’ll be fun to get a glimpse of Dave’s high school experience. It’s not every day you get an invitation to peek into someone’s past. Maybe, for one weekend, it doesn’t have to be about me. Maybe.

*From Grosse Point Blank

Oh, the places our Flat Grimmetts have been! In just seven weeks, our Flat alter egos have visited 23% of the U.S.

Flat Grimmett Map, Week 7 of the Project

12 states down, 38 to go! Before summer ends! When is summer “officially” over? Maybe what we meant to say is before Indian Summer ends. Yes, that. Deadline problem solved. See? We’ll make it! With a little help from our friends! Who knew we had so many? And really, we do. Have you visited the Flat Grimmett Family Project Facebook page? Pretty much every host has checked in there. And you can’t read that page without smiling. Just go ahead and try. But! There is more. From blog posts to snail mail, our host families have been sharing with us in a variety of creative ways.

Flat Lucy came home with her very own book chronicling her visit to Oklahoma!

Lucy's Oklahoma book Center of the Universe

Did you know the dirt there is red?

Oklahoma soil

Do you know why? (We do.)

Flat Julia brought back with her the coolest flash drive ever with a PDF presentation of her California trip.

Is that awesome or what?

We began this project hoping to learn more about the U.S. and wow! We have. But we never would have guessed how meaningful, how personal the whole experience would be. Our host families have been so generous with their time and with themselves. They’ve been taking our flat people to their favorite places and showing us why they love where they live and what makes it special. I can’t think of a better way to see the country than through the eyes of the families who live there. And while it’s great to learn that Harrisburg is the capital of Pennsylvania, it’s even better to know that it’s home to a red-haired girl named Kylie and a boy named Nick who absolutely loves trains. We are so very grateful. And at times, surprised. Look at what showed up on our doorstep one Tuesday.

Look what we got!

It came from California and the anticipation it inspired rivaled Christmas morning.

Open it!

Ripping into the box

It was filled with treats like salt water taffy, sand, shells, a beautiful set of books and more. The kids were just out of their minds over the whole thing.

Salt Water Taffy!



Dessert Maker!

Once the entire box was unpacked, Julia sat among the bounty and shouted, “THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” Her eyes were wide and she was touching everything. “So Mom, someone just decided to send us a bunch of goodies because???? Just because? Mom, it’s just…wow! This is the best day ever!” She sat for some time looking around, soaking it all in and I understood how she was feeling. It’s the way I felt when the same kind person gifted me with Adobe Photoshop last year.

Nicole, you make us feel like an Oprah audience member at one of her “Favorite Things” episodes. Thank you! We didn’t expect it, but we truly appreciate it.

The big girls got busy right away making and eating some chill treats.

Chill Treats!

And Phoebe discovered the recorder. Now, I don’t know how to tell you this without bragging, so I’m not even going to try and be diplomatic. I’m just gonna lay it on you. My baby girl is gifted! She can PLAY that recorder. She’s only ten months old, yo! Ten month olds, generally, CANNOT do that!

I know, right? You’re impressed! Except for you. You know who you are. And you know that I know who you are. (I’m doing the finger pointing “I’ve got my eyes on you” move right now.)

The Flat Grimmett Family Project has been incredible so far. Still, we have a long way to go. If you’d like to help out, we’re looking for hosts in the following states: AL, AK, AZ, AR, CO, CT, DC, DE, GA, HI, ID, IN, IA, ME, MA, MI, MO, MT, NE, NV, NH, NM, NY, NC, ND, RI, SD, TN, UT, VT, WI, and WY.

You can use the Contact Us tab on the Flat Grimmett Family Project Facebook page to let us know you’re interested! We’ll send you a confirmation e-mail and add you to our “send to” list. Then, we’ll let you know who is coming your way and when. Your Flat Grimmett will come with a postage paid envelope so you can easily return them. You can share about your Flat Grimmett adventures on the Facebook page or via e-mail, so it won’t cost you anything but a little time.

(Oh, and by the way, Flat Leslie seems to be missing. If you happen to bump into her somewhere out there, send her home, please. This isn’t nearly as fun if Flat Leslie can’t compete with Flat Dave for the majority of the map.)

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